Run run run

This is a poor pathetic attempt at writing for the 'escape from Kathmandu' series. I've done better. Don't worry we'll be back.

Run run run

From the big scary men with gun
Who have now taken over
Your entire fuckin' nation.

Stuck abroad at a place
You never liked
Barely making a proper living
While preparing a big fight

Run run run run run.

What will they with your nation
Your family and friends
You've not heard from any of them
But the news tells you
Living there is not great, it's no fun.

You cry to sleep every night
The friends you made
And the loves you've gotten into
They're great, they're keeping you sane
But they're not just that tight
You need your family, your sister and your dog
But the borders are shut tight
Reality blanketed by a thick soupy fog.

Aren't you tired yet,
But what will you do
Where will you go, who will you find
To help your people
Get out of this bind.
The Americans, why don't they come
Where have all the so-called caring Indians gone
The Chinese front has gone silent, there's nothing there
It's only you and your gang fighting,
That much has been laid bare.

Fuck man, chin it up
It will be good, don't give up.
The tunnel must end, something has to go right
Please don't give up on your good fight.

But for now
Run run run,
My friends
Run from the men with the gun